"Can tree sap really be drunk?"
The highest provincial governor of Anxi Province, Shi Mingcheng, stared at the light green liquid in the vine cup, murmuring to himself.
For some reason, a strange thought popped into his head—wondering if the vine cup could be taken away as a keepsake.
It's not that Director Shi lacked a cup to use, nor because the vine cup was particularly unique or beautiful.
It was because the origin of this vine cup was too special.
Because it came from an incredibly powerful Tree Spirit, it also symbolized Director Shi's remarkable encounter today.
At this moment.
Director Shi's mindset was not like that of a high-ranking provincial governor, but more like that of an ordinary person curious about supernatural power.
"Drink up!"
Long Xingyun said, then sat down and took a sip from the vine cup.
Wu Dingtian did the same.
Director Shi followed suit, raising the vine cup and taking a sip.
